The carriage was galloping on the snowy road, and the horses' hooves were covered with thick foot covers, and the weather was very cold, even if the horses galloped in such an environment for a long time, they could freeze to death, so they all wore foot covers.

Wang Cunye sat in the car, leaning back, thinking carefully about the medicinal herbs in the bumpy.

It is also a road to go directly to the back mountain from the Taoist temple, but it cannot go deep into the interior, and after passing through the official road to a valley mouth, you can go deep into the main vein of the mountain.

An hour later, the carriage stopped, and the coachman lifted the curtain in his thick cotton jacket, and suddenly a cold wind drifted in with snow particles, and said: "Dao Chief, the mouth of the valley has arrived, and on this day, the carriage is likely to fall into the ravine on the mountain road." ”

The coachman's meaning was obvious, that is, he couldn't go up, Wang Cunye took a look, found that this was indeed the case, and he was not embarrassed, nodded, gave him the money, turned over and got out of the car and headed towards the mountain.

The mountain roads are not easy to walk, especially after the snow, some potholes are covered, and ordinary people are in danger of falling when they step on it, let alone horse-drawn carriages.

However, Wang Cunye did not hesitate at this time, stepped on it all the way, and galloped away, leaving only faint footprints along the way.

Over a mountain, suddenly the scenery of the back mountain is displayed in front of you, the lush pines and cypresses are connected together, the snow is heavy and the sky is continuous, the whole mountain is filled with a deep and obscure atmosphere, here is the main vein of the back mountain.

With the pace of progress, the distant mountains become a piece of silver and white, stretching to the invisible sky, and the nearby pine forest is still black and green, in the meantime, the soul is gradually pure.

Wang Cunye liked this atmosphere very much, but the more he went inside, the denser the mountains and forests became, and he had to pass through the sparse tree gaps.

There are a lot of footprints of animals on the snow, as small as rows of small paw prints, as large as palm-sized hoof prints, Wang Cunye looked at them one by one, but did not see tiger footprints.

This body was originally a hunter, and he had an unforgettable imprint on the tiger in his memory, but he didn't worry about finding it, so he continued to move forward at the moment, ran for about ten miles, and finally found the tiger's footprints in one place, and in the distance there was a shivering rabbit, looking for grass roots in the snow.

Stretched out his hand and drew the sword, the sword flashed, the magic sword turned into a green rainbow, and shot towards the rabbit eating grass roots, only to hear the sound of "poof", blood splashed, the rabbit's limbs were pumped wildly, and he was nailed to the ground.

Wang Cunye's feet slipped, and he quickly ran down, and when he reached under the tree, he stretched out his hand and put away the magic sword, and the smell of blood suddenly filled out.

Wang Cunye didn't stay here, bounced away, landed behind a boulder, and waited quietly.

After half a pillar of incense, I suddenly heard a tiger roar in the mountains, which shook the hills, mixed with a gust of evil wind, and pounced towards the bloody place.

Wang Cunye looked at it, this tiger is three meters long, the tiger's back tendons and flesh are knotted, and at a glance, you can imagine that it contains the power of the explosive surname, and the tail is like a thick steel whip, swaying behind him.

When Wang Cunye saw it, he was a little happy and a little disappointed in his heart, and the joy was naturally to bring out a tiger, and the disappointment was that this tiger was an adult tiger, but it was not an adult tiger.

Even if it is an ordinary mountain tiger, there is a huge essence hidden in this world, which can be used medicinally, and when his mind moved, he saw the tiger falling down from mid-air, and his body flashed and pounced.

The tiger fell, and was biting a rabbit, and it was half bitten in one bite, when he saw a man pounce on him, and suddenly his eyes flashed with fierce light.

This winter's heavy snow itself is difficult to eat, and he is anxious and hungry at the moment, but human beings are making up for it, and he put down half a rabbit in his mouth at the moment, and pressed his two giant claws on the ground, and pounced on Wang Cunye with a fit.

Wang Cunye saw the tiger's movements clearly when it pounced, and with a flash of his body, the tiger pounced in the air and landed on a tree, and suddenly a tiger roared, shaking the hill, and the snow on countless branches fell like snow.

It's just that the tiger quickly stabilized its center of gravity, only to hear a "poof", the tiger tail like a steel whip, with a whistling sound, Wang Cunye did not dodge or dodge, stepped forward in an instant, the long sword flashed, and suddenly the tiger tail became two pieces and fell down.

If it is an ordinary hunter, it is still considered that the integrity of the tiger skin is still considered, but for Wang Cunye, as long as he fights.

The pain of a broken tail is really not something that any mammal can bear, and neither can this tiger, and a loud roar broke out from his mouth at the moment, but there was a trace of poignancy and ferocity in it.

Wang Cunye didn't care, he stepped forward and kicked the side of the tiger's front paws, and the tiger stood unsteadily and fell down.

Wang Cunye's sword flashed, and he stabbed straight behind the tiger's ears, only to hear a "whoosh", and stabbed directly into the brain from the ear, and it was stirred, as if the steel was broken, and the brain was rushed out with the blood, and the brain was half stirred, and the tiger roared, pounced on the ground, and could no longer stand up.

Wang Cunye looked at it coldly, didn't step forward, took three steps back, and waited quietly, but the tiger was already out of breath and inlet in little, and after a while, it finally stopped moving.

At this time, Wang Cunye withdrew the sword, put back the sword box behind his back, took out a dagger, began to cut the tiger skin, pulled out the tiger tendons and bone marrow, and was thinking about continuing, so he moved, raised his body, and looked at one place vigilantly.

At this time, three applause sounded in the distance, which were no different from ordinary applause at first, but they rang one after another, and the last one was almost like a flood bell and a big Lu, shaking the entire mountain forest.

Wang Cunye looked at it, and saw a person standing on a stone ten zhang away, his face looked middle-aged, his long hair was silver-white, and two longevity eyebrows hung down from between his eyebrows, this person's face was peaceful, and a voice like Hong Zhong came down: "Wang Cunye, it's really not easy for me to find you!"

The wind was howling, and this man's long clothes were fluttering, with an indescribable bearing.

This person looked Wang Cunye up and down, his eyes were calm, there was no fluctuation, this look Wang Cunye was not unfamiliar, this was the eyes of a farmer looking at the crops, and a shepherd looking at the cattle and sheep.

Wang Cunye took back the dagger, stepped forward, and said, "Who are you, report your name!"

The man raised his head slightly, didn't care, and replied with a smile: "Old man Wenruo, Wei Hou serves, on the orders of Wei Hou, take your head back." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Cunye's eyes opened, and there was a thunder in his eyes, and he drew his sword and got up, rushed up, and breathed down, directly across a distance of several meters, and stabbed straight with a sword.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen sneered slightly, did not avoid it, stretched out his fist to block, only to hear the sound of "Zheng", the sword stabbed the iron fist, emitted a spark, it turned out to be really wearing a fist made of stainless steel.

The fists and swords intersected, and a sharp sword qi was about to hit along the fist gloves, Mr. Wen's body was shocked, and suddenly his big hand flicked, and a strong internal force counterattacked along the sword body with the hunting gangfeng.

Wang Cunye's sword, even if it is a monster, can be cut with a sword, at this moment I only feel a strong force rolling up, although it was cut by the sword qi, but it still shook back, suddenly his eyes shrank, his eyes shot out of fine light, not advancing but retreating, the sword light in his hand was sheng, turned into a little starlight, between the electric light and flint, there were already more than a dozen swords stabbed, and the shot was Yi swordsmanship, with an indescribable trajectory, Mr. Wen was swept in.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen's body was slightly tilted, his fist gloves shook, and in the blink of an eye, the fist gloves were held again and again, and every time he stabbed and chopped, he knocked on the sword.

The heavy power, from the sword body to Wang Cunye's hand, like an electric shock, the whole body is numb, seeing this, Mr. Wen's right hand is raised high, and the trend is split.

Although I don't know what kind of martial arts this is, Wang Cunye's instinctive heart sank, his body flashed, and he swept backwards, only to hear the sound of "boom", and a muffled thunder exploded in mid-air.

Seeing Wang Cunye retreat, Mr. Wen took a look, only to see that the big gun was full of holes, and the whistling north wind poured into it from the inside, although he had an iron fist and a great martial arts, but the big man couldn't resist the residual sword qi, and couldn't help but snort coldly, and tore off the big sword and threw it in the snow.

Mr. Wen retracted his gaze, and his voice sounded faintly: "It's really a good swordsmanship, this kind of swordsmanship, even my senior brother was ashamed of myself thirty years ago, you can be proud, but now you can avoid my big coffin splitter in a few moves?"

Although he spoke, his eyes did not leave Wang Cunye at all, and the qi locked Wang Cunye.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Wang Cunye snort coldly, Wang Cunye is not a person in the martial arts, and he doesn't know what kind of martial arts this so-called "big coffin splitter" is, so he didn't say anything at this time, just sneered.

The mind was activated, and suddenly a yellow talisman rose to the sky, and then fell quickly, enveloping Mr. Wen's body, only to see a soft sound of "poof", and suddenly the slightest golden light fell, evolving into the moon, stars, and all things on the earth, and the slightest suppressive force fell, and it fell, only to see that at this moment, the wind and snow fell within three feet of Mr. Wen, and he stopped moving.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Cunye swooped forward, drew his sword and stood up, only to see a sword light, stabbing straight away, this sword light was clear and condensed, with the intention of piercing thousands of mountains and rivers, penetrating in.

At this moment, Mr. Wen struck the sky with both fists, only to hear a "boom", accompanied by gusts of air, the golden runes suddenly exploded and shattered into golden light.

"Ridiculous! This kind of witchcraft, what can I do!" Mr. Wen shouted, but his heart was shocked, and at the moment he saw the internal breath of the Gang Qi to protect the body, and there was a faint strong force between the gestures, and the figure rushed up, punching it, and stabbing Wang Cunye with a sword in the middle.

The rolling snowflakes rose from the ground and exploded in the air, but no sound was transmitted, Wang Cunye's body was shocked, and even the person with the sword body fell out and fell into the air, and then there was a burst in the air.

Martial arts are innate, pure and pure, condensed into a piece, in order to condense this innate qi, from now on, the spells below the ghost immortal can not be added.

This is the saying of people who practice martial arts, and there is a different name in the Daomen.

The immortals turned three times, from the spirit of the breath, turned into flames, the martial arts said Gangqi, the Daomen called the flame light, all of them are the same thing, but this blow, Wang Cunye was shocked, only to hear the "bang", fell on the snow, but at this time the snow was deep, and there was new snow piled up, and there was no big problem, Wang Cunye rolled up.

Wang Cunye felt the wail of the spirit surname in the magic sword, but he sneered and said: "Innate gangqi, I'm afraid that if you take my sword, it won't be comfortable!"

The words fell, only to see Mr. Wen spew out a breath, implying the sword qi, but the sword qi in the body spewed out, hearing this, Mr. Wen accepted his original demeanor, and said solemnly: "The old man really underestimates you, your sword qi is condensed, and you are only half a step away from the sword qi. ”

The so-called sword qi innate is just a martial arts statement, and if it is replaced by an immortal dao, it is the foundation laid by the sword yuan who entered the dao!

As soon as these words fell, a breath rose to the sky, dignified, thick, and vast, and it came out from the top, locking Wang Cunye, and pressing it step by step.

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